Represent
I'm back!
Yo, represent my cities, got the fans out now
Spit my rhymes so gritty and I stand out now
Got the Yay to the Needle in command right now
So my Filipino people, throw your hands out now (yeah)
My city got the fans out now
Spit my rhymes so gritty and I stand out now
Got the Yay to the Needle in command right now
So my Filipino people, throw your hands out now
Yo, Reggie Bryce in the building and I come with no guardsmen
I'm do what I'm skilled in, throw your cards in
I breathe like a sniper with the eyes of an arson
Strike like a viper with precisions of a marksman
I'm deliberate, so pardon my French
You're rapping all this gibberish for a dollar and cents
I speak with no limit and I'm ill when I vent
A hundred words a minute and I'll still make sense (uh)
I'm focused on my growth and I'm past a forty ounce
I got my own home and a retirement account
You're still in the hood that you proudly announce
I live in a town a GPS can't pronounce
Odds are on me when you open that bet book
Fake MC's always giving me that test look
You're fronting and you're far from the best crook
You talking about gunning, but you shoot like Westbrook (bang)
I'm done trying to make that club hit
I'd rather make a song that can reach and uplift (yeah)
This sport, so many throw petty fits
Haters won't support until it finds a way it benefits (uh)
This is deadly shit, so bring your guys in
My shits so real, it can bring the flies in
On the mountain top, yo, your lyrical wiseman
And I can make you freeze, have you stand like the Heisman
Yo, represent my cities, got the fans out now
Spit my rhymes so gritty and I stand out now
Got the Yay to the Needle in command right now
So my Filipino people, throw your hands out now (yeah)
My city got the fans out now
Spit my rhymes so gritty and I stand out now
Got the Yay to the Needle in command right now
So my Filipino people, throw your hands out now
Yo, I flow to this beat while I'm dropping the right words
I kill sixteens, you ain't stopping this mic nerd
Now I'm back, unlocking some nice work
'Cause last year was the tip of my iceberg (yeah)
Hear me out, be content with what you got
I hear some dope rappers in today's hip hop
Sing a whole album, ya'll gotta stop
'Cause ya'll want to be somebody you're not
We worked to our level, so we took no passes
Foot to the pedal, so grab your glasses
We're set and we bring it to the masses
Got our own shit without kissing any asses (uh)
Cannibalistic when I rip and I speak
I'm sick and I spit like a freak
I'm chucking nonstop on instrumentals I eat
Jeffery Dahmer got nothing on how I body these beats (yee)
Born and raised in a place called Cali, yo
A's and the Warriors, I grew up in the Valley Joe
At sixteen, moved north with my saddle
Added M's and the Hawks 'cause I'm now in Seattle (let's go)
On the mic, automatically king
Plus I stay on sight, a mechanical swing (come on)
I bring a rush, I dramatically sting
And I can't be touched like dancing tinikling
Yo, represent my cities, got the fans out now
Spit my rhymes so gritty and I stand out now
Got the Yay to the Needle in command right now
So my Filipino people, throw your hands out now (yeah)
My city got the fans out now
Spit my rhymes so gritty and I stand out now
Got the Yay to the Needle in command right now
So my Filipino people, throw your hands out now
Yo, represent my cities, got the fans out now
Spit my rhymes so gritty and I stand out now
Got the Yay to the Needle in command right now
So my Filipino people, throw your hands out now (yeah)
My city got the fans out now
Spit my rhymes so gritty and I stand out now
Got the Yay to the Needle in command right now
So my Filipino people, throw your hands out now
Yo, Reggie Bryce in the building and I come with no guardsmen
I'm do what I'm skilled in, throw your cards in
I breathe like a sniper with the eyes of an arson
Strike like a viper with precisions of a marksman
I'm deliberate, so pardon my French
You're rapping all this gibberish for a dollar and cents
I speak with no limit and I'm ill when I vent
A hundred words a minute and I'll still make sense (uh)
I'm focused on my growth and I'm past a forty ounce
I got my own home and a retirement account
You're still in the hood that you proudly announce
I live in a town a GPS can't pronounce
Odds are on me when you open that bet book
Fake MC's always giving me that test look
You're fronting and you're far from the best crook
You talking about gunning, but you shoot like Westbrook (bang)
I'm done trying to make that club hit
I'd rather make a song that can reach and uplift (yeah)
This sport, so many throw petty fits
Haters won't support until it finds a way it benefits (uh)
This is deadly shit, so bring your guys in
My shits so real, it can bring the flies in
On the mountain top, yo, your lyrical wiseman
And I can make you freeze, have you stand like the Heisman
Yo, represent my cities, got the fans out now
Spit my rhymes so gritty and I stand out now
Got the Yay to the Needle in command right now
So my Filipino people, throw your hands out now (yeah)
My city got the fans out now
Spit my rhymes so gritty and I stand out now
Got the Yay to the Needle in command right now
So my Filipino people, throw your hands out now
Yo, I flow to this beat while I'm dropping the right words
I kill sixteens, you ain't stopping this mic nerd
Now I'm back, unlocking some nice work
'Cause last year was the tip of my iceberg (yeah)
Hear me out, be content with what you got
I hear some dope rappers in today's hip hop
Sing a whole album, ya'll gotta stop
'Cause ya'll want to be somebody you're not
We worked to our level, so we took no passes
Foot to the pedal, so grab your glasses
We're set and we bring it to the masses
Got our own shit without kissing any asses (uh)
Cannibalistic when I rip and I speak
I'm sick and I spit like a freak
I'm chucking nonstop on instrumentals I eat
Jeffery Dahmer got nothing on how I body these beats (yee)
Born and raised in a place called Cali, yo
A's and the Warriors, I grew up in the Valley Joe
At sixteen, moved north with my saddle
Added M's and the Hawks 'cause I'm now in Seattle (let's go)
On the mic, automatically king
Plus I stay on sight, a mechanical swing (come on)
I bring a rush, I dramatically sting
And I can't be touched like dancing tinikling
Yo, represent my cities, got the fans out now
Spit my rhymes so gritty and I stand out now
Got the Yay to the Needle in command right now
So my Filipino people, throw your hands out now (yeah)
My city got the fans out now
Spit my rhymes so gritty and I stand out now
Got the Yay to the Needle in command right now
So my Filipino people, throw your hands out now
Credits
Writer(s): Glenn Lawrentz, Joel Mallari, Reginald Sapida
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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